mary jane.

there's so many ways to love ya!

  Languid as the spiritual beliefs of green hummingbirds
Who seem to just float there
In the high resorts after the snows have gone away with the skiers;
And the valleys are naked and surreal:
They are motes of yellow that the aspens pony-tail:
And here the nude angels frolic across the
Venal earth, wearing nothing but
Wrist watches and jogging, their legs leaving the dew for the
Thirsty centipedes
All the way up to the fire towers who look then again
Across the bands of the earth
Where the valleys of green caesuras rise again as if they were
A woman’s body, lying there as a lover in a god’s bed. 

MARIA